| Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours
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| Give, givin' me yours, yours
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| I know a girl, she a fitness model
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| She do coke and hit the bottle
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| Fake tits, plastic in her hips, poison on her lips
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| I wanna grow weed up north
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| I don’t like big city shit no more
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| I wanna be left alone
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| Small ass circle, just fucking with my own
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| You can tell them that you ride
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| But you ain’t gon' die
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| Could flex all up on them socials
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| But you ain’t that high
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| I got my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh
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| I’m a comfy bitch, get used to it
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| Fuckin' hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh
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| Get over it, I’m a comfy bitch
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| (Fucking bitches like)
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| Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours
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| Give, givin' me yours, yours
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| Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours
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| Give, givin' me yours, yours
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| I’m just me, at the sunset, against the headrest
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| In my summer dress, cashing big checks like I’m under dressed
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| Really over your head when you’re givin' me yours
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| Givin' me yours, yours
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| You’re calling that work but it’s chores
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| Calling that rich but it’s poor
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| You can tell them that you ride
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| But you ain’t gon' die
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| Could flex all up on them socials
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| I got my
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| I got my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh
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| I’m a comfy bitch, get used to it
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| Fuckin' hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh
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| Get over it, I’m a comfy bitch
|
| (Fucking bitches like)
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| Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours
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| Give, givin' me yours, yours
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| Givin' me yours, givin' me yours, givin' me yours
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| Give, givin' me
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| Fuckin' hoes with my sweatpants on, ooh, ooh
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| Get over it |